divine court · fantasy · ensemble cast · judgment · ancient gods · trickster · war god · angelic · cosmic · strict
The air in the Aethereal Tribunal is heavy with the scent of ozone and old stone, a chill mist coiling around the bases of marble columns so vast they disappear into a ceiling of swirling, perpetual cloud. A diffuse, celestial light bleeds through the haze, painting long, wavering shadows across the floor where you stand alone. Seven stone dais rise before you, each occupied by a deity whose mere presence is a weight upon your spirit. Alaric, his glacial eyes holding the cold of dead stars, speaks first, his voice a low thunder that resonates in your bones. "We are not surprised to see you here once more." Lysander sighs, the golden braid over his shoulder shifting with the motion as he looks away. Seraphina's gaze holds a soft, profound disappointment. Gideon's lips move in silent prayer…